Suspicion, hunch and intuition

Everyone has one or two episodes where he/she loses an item which sets a myriad of suspicions as to who might have taken or stolen the item. You tend to look at those you consider base in social strata even though they might be up there in ethical behaviour. At times others dismiss suspicions and a label of a hunch that makes them want to act as they feel fit. Usually a hunch would also be directed to a suspected individual who is also occupying a lesser position, either wealth-wise or prestige-wise. On the other hand, intuition seems to drive individual to act according to their emotional gravity. They feel that a sense outside the physical ones is dictating the truth that is not rationally discernible. These feelings really torment one because they seem the only logical manner of dealing with loss of an item, lost in a seemingly uncalled for way.

The problem arises when the lost item is discovered in a location least or not at all associated with the suspected figures. This makes it hard to swallow a humble pie and shows the wrongness of labelling others in a prejudice way. This however becomes a different story when all the suspicions are confirmed, also by the discovery of the item. The unfortunate part is when there's no way of refuting or confirming the suspicion, hunch or intuition. The individual is thus perpetually suspended in a state of limbo.

On being Immortalised

Someone once said to me:

'Berrington was a man who could whistle
A timetable in minutes he could chisle,
When he took up NFP, he hummed like a bee
But now he weeps like he stepped on thistle.'

The 'now' is now the then and therefore though weeping might have been true then now it's something inbetween. Whether I could really whistle the timetable it's just a matter of rhetoric for I could and indeed do whistle in whatever time I grasp to an extent that others have thought that I'm kind of a master whistler, if ever there was something of that nature, although I'm pretty sure that I would be no lesser than a mere novice.

That's what immortalisation does: freezing moments and time into timeless existence. When you meet the one being described you would most often than not fail to recognise him/her, for time would have swiftly passed, planting wrinkles that were never there, and obviously missing in the description.